Post by Jman2k3 on Nov 21, 2017 5:58:17 GMT
UNDERCARD
VIDUUS MORTA VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“March Into the Sea” by Modest Mouse hits and the arena goes completely black. As the lyrics begin four different fire explosions keep firing in the air on each side. Viduus walks out slowly on pace with the music.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred ninety-five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall… VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”
The music picks up pace and Viduus echoes his signature laugh almost matching the song that is playing while throwing his hands in the air. Viduus makes his way to the ring almost floating in the way he walks and moves his shoulders in stride. Viduus slides into the ring and crawls to the middle of the ring. Viduus rises and awaits his opponent in the center of the ring.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
VASSA: “Just two weeks ago at Winter Wasteland, Scott Stevens disassembled Caleb Houston right before our very eyes.”
JOHNSON: “It was a disgusting display if you ask me. Caleb had already lost his match. What Scott did after was unnecessary!”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: “Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston…”
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
POWERS: “Standing at six feet, six inches tall and weighing in at two hundred forty-six pounds!”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
POWERS: “This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: “Tonight Scott gets in the ring with a fresh body, not someone who had already been taken to their limits.”
JOHNSON: “What kind of man attacks someone when they’re down like that? Caleb is on the shelf because of Scott!”
VASSA: “It wasn’t fun to watch, but something has lit a fire under Scott Stevens.”
JOHNSON: “We’ll see what he does tonight against Viduus Morta, someone who hasn’t already had a match.”
VASSA: “Viduus is coming off a tough loss from Adrenaline fifty-eight after falling to Adrian Tanner Jr.”
JOHNSON: “Adrian is a tough opponent, we all know that. Viduus can really bounce back here tonight with a win over Stevens.”
VASSA: “It’s going to be interesting to see how this match plays out. Both men could get things going in the right direction with a win here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Scott has the momentum, that’s for sure. He defeated Eddie Valentine in his last match. He took out Caleb following that at Winter Wasteland. Even before at Fright Night, Stevens knocked Jason P. Davidson off the top of the Warzone and he hasn’t been right ever since.”
VASSA: “Stevens has had some tough losses along the way as well, but he’s done damage outside of his own matches.”
JOHNSON: “Viduus can bring it all to an end tonight with a win, smothering any momentum Stevens’ has gained over the recent weeks.”
Standing in the center of the ring, the official looks to Viduus and quickly gets the nod. He then turns to Steven who stares back in return. After a few short moments of nothing, Stevens turns his attention to Viduus, motioning his hand across his throat with another slice gesture. With what appears to be the go ahead from Stevens, the official then quickly calls for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
As the bell echoes throughout the arena, both men leave their corners and make their way towards the center of the ring. Towering over Viduus, Stevens obviously has the size advantage. Lunging forward, Stevens reaches for Viduus with both hands, missing as Viduus side steps him. Whipping around, Stevens then throws an elbow in Viduus’ direction, missing yet again as Viduus ducks underneath it as it passes over his head. Diving forward, Viduus drives his head into Stevens’ mid-section, knocking him back a few steps. Popping back up, Viduus then leaps towards Stevens, hitting the big man with a clothesline across the chest.
Falling a step back, Stevens remains on his feet as Viduus bounces off. Before viduus can react, Stevens then lunges forward and levels him with a clothesline of his own. Pulling Viduus up from the canvas, Stevens quickly spins him around and wraps him up with a half nelson. Cranking down on the pressure, Stevens then lifts Viduus off his feet and begins shaking him violently in the air before dropping back and slamming him with a suplex.
Folding over, Viduus flops over to his stomach, lying there in a world of pain as Stevens slowly climbs back to his feet. Moving around to Viduus’ lower half, Stevens grabs onto both of his legs and lifts them into the air before dragging Viddus across the mat as he rotates his body. Gaining momentum, Stevens lifts Viduus’ entire body off the mat and as he makes a full second rotation, he launches Viduus into the air. Flying towards the corner, Viduus’ back crashes against it before he drops down on top of his head.
JOHNSON: “There’s no denying it, Scott Stevens is a freak of nature.”
VASSA: “You can tell he’s spent a lot of his time in the weight room over the years. He just threw Viduus across the ring like a lawn dart.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s just hope he doesn’t lose his temper and bring a chair into the equation.”
Making his way over to the corner, Stevens then pulls Viduus up from the mat and stands him up. Slamming both hands across Viduus’ chest, Stevens pushes him against the corner with force. He then drops down and grabs onto the middle ropes before pulling himself forward and driving his shoulder into Viduus’ stomach. Lifting Viduus into the air, Stevens then sits him down on top of the corner.
Climbing up to the middle ropes, Stevens grabs onto his head with one hand and begins pounding away at it with the other. After nearly a dozen fists to the dome, Stevens draws back for one final blow. Out of desperation, Viduus bursts upward, wrapping both arms around Stevens’, leaping away from the corner. The two then fly through the air, Viduus holding on for dear life, until they crash to the mat, Stevens on bottom breaking the fall and taking the majority of the impact.
Mounting himself on top of Stevens, Viduus then unloads with lefts and rights, raining down on his head with pulverizing punches. Knocking Stevens into a daze, Viduus then rolls him over to his stomach before spinning around on top of him and grabbing ahold of his legs. Wrapping an arm around each, Viduus then pulls back while resting his weight on Stevens’ back, locking in a Boston crab.
VASSA: “I didn’t see that coming!”
JOHNSON: “Scott is in a terrible spot! Viduus has that Boston crab locked in and the ropes are well out of reach.”
VASSA: “Stevens’ body has taken a beaten over the years. I’ll be surprised if Viduus doesn’t snap him in half with this.”
The official races over to the front of Stevens’, checking in with him for a submission as Viduus folds him in half. Zooming in, the camera locks on Stevens’ face as he yells in agony. Using his strength, Stevens then begins dragging himself and Viduus across the ring. Inch by inch, he fights through the pain as the ropes get closer and closer as the seconds pass by.
With the ropes only a foot out of reach, Stevens pulls himself just a bit closer before extending his arm as far as he can reach, now coming only inches short of grabbing onto the bottom rope. Realizing their position, Viduus then eases up for a moment, giving himself the opportunity to rises up a bit before dragging Stevens away from the ropes just as his finger tip grazes the bottom.
JOHNSON: “He was right there! Just one more inch and the ropes would have been within reach.”
VASSA: “Freedom was only a fingertip away but Viduus ripped it away from him in the blink of an eye.”
With the ropes now a few feet out of reach, Viduus pulls back on Stevens’ legs once more, trying to snap him in half again. Moaning and grunting, Stevens slowly begins growing tired, but refuses to submit as the official keeps a close eye on him. Reaching for the ropes again, Stevens screams as he realizes they are well out of reach. He then slams both hands down to the mat and pushes his upper body up, lifting Viduus as well who is sitting on his back.
Hopping up inches above the mat, Viduus’ weight then drops down onto Stevens’ back, knocking his chest down to the canvas. Pulling back on his legs and leaning all of his weight backwards, Viduus pulls and pulls. Looking up to the ropes again, Stevens’ extends his arm and stretches as far as he can. Straining, his face turns a bright shade of red as the frustration begins to show in his eyes. With the ropes still out of reach, Stevens’ has nowhere to go.
He then pushes himself up again, lifting Viduus up as he cranks down on the pressure. Jumping up again, Viduus then drops his weight across Stevens’ back, slamming his chest back down to the mat. A loud howling moan then fills the air as Stevens slowly begins pushing himself up for a third time. Extending for the ropes, he finally realizes they’re too far out of reach. He then kicks both of his legs, using all of his lower strength to straighten them out and as he does, he launches Viduus off of him and into the air.
VASSA: “Holy shit, he broke free!”
JOHNSON: “How is that possible! Viduus had him right where he needed him.”
VASSA: “I don’t know but someone may need to check to see if he’s juicing.”
JOHNSON: “Oh come on Vinny, you can’t be serious!”
VASSA: “What else could it be? Viduus had him in that Boston crab for nearly five minutes!”
Rolling across the mat, Viduus rises to his feet just in front of the ropes across the ring. Looking over his shoulder, he locks his sights on Stevens before slowly turning around to fully face him. Crawling to the ropes, Stevens grabs onto them, using them to pull himself up, struggling as he does so. Once standing, he leans against the ropes, holding himself up before reaching back and rubbing his lower back.
Seeing an opportunity, Viduus then charges towards him full speed and as Stevens turns to face him, Viduus lunges forward with his shoulder lowered. Barely able to move out of the way in time, Stevens locks his leg with Viduus’ before falling down to the mat, dropping Viduus’ throat across the ropes with a drop toe hold.
JOHNSON: “WHOA!!!”
VASSA: “That was a close one for Stevens!”
JOHNSON: “Even worse for Viduus!”
Bouncing off the ropes, Viduus lifts off into the air before crashing down to his back in the center of the ring. Holding his throat with both hands, he gasps for air. Pulling himself back up with the ropes, Stevens looks to Viduus before limping over to him. As he closes in, Viduus catches him off guard as he spins on the mat, taking Stevens down with a leg sweep.
The entire ring rattles as the big man crashes against the canvas. The impact alone sends pain running up and down his spine. With Stevens down, Viduus pushes himself up from the mat and goes in for the kill. Pulling Scott up to his feet, Viduus turns him to face the opposite direction before pulling his head back and locking his arm around it.
VASSA: “This doesn’t look too good for Scott.”
JOHNSON: “Is this is what I think it is then Scott is in big trouble. Viduus is going for the Awakening!”
Viduus then lifts Stevens upside down into the air with a reverse vertical suplex but as he does, Stevens maneuvers himself out of the hold and drops down to his feet behind Viduus. Spinning Viduus around, Stevens then grabs onto his head and drops him down face first to the canvas with a three-quarter facelock bulldog.
JOHNSON: “Toxic Sting!”
VASSA: “Holy shit, Stevens’ reversed it!”
After laying Viduus out, Stevens slowly makes the cover before hooking the leg. Rushing over and sliding in beside them, the official then slaps his hand across the mat for the count.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!!!
VASSA: “Stevens wins it!”
JOHNSON: “Right when you think Viduus was about to end it, Scott shocks us all and lays him out with the Toxic Sting.”
VASSA: “Just like a lethal scorpion, he waited for the opportune moment to strike and when he did, he put his prey away!”
“Hellraiser” hits the speakers as the official helps Stevens slowly climb to his feet. Grabbing onto his arm, he then raises it for the victory as the final bell echoes throughout the entire arena.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner, by pinfall, SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
VIDUUS MORTA VS. SCOTT STEVENS
POWERS: “Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!”
“March Into the Sea” by Modest Mouse hits and the arena goes completely black. As the lyrics begin four different fire explosions keep firing in the air on each side. Viduus walks out slowly on pace with the music.
POWERS: “Coming to the ring first, from Parts Unknown, weighing in at one hundred ninety-five pounds and standing six feet, two inches tall… VIDUUS MMOORRTTAA!!!”
The music picks up pace and Viduus echoes his signature laugh almost matching the song that is playing while throwing his hands in the air. Viduus makes his way to the ring almost floating in the way he walks and moves his shoulders in stride. Viduus slides into the ring and crawls to the middle of the ring. Viduus rises and awaits his opponent in the center of the ring.
POWERS: “And the opponent!”
The lights in the arena go pitch black, as red lasers and spotlights light up the area. The video screen lights up and flashes across the screen a Texas flag, with the words, “Texas Born. Texas Bred.” “Texas Forever.“ branded into the flag. The crowd reaction is mixed, but there are more cheers than boos, as the opening guitar riffs and “Hellraiser” by Motorhead begins to play throughout the PA system.
VASSA: “Just two weeks ago at Winter Wasteland, Scott Stevens disassembled Caleb Houston right before our very eyes.”
JOHNSON: “It was a disgusting display if you ask me. Caleb had already lost his match. What Scott did after was unnecessary!”
The cheers intensify as the chorus hits the speakers, drawing out the man from Texas.
POWERS: “Introducing at this time, coming to us from the Great State of Texas, by way of Houston…”
Walking down the aisle, he fists bumps some of his fans while raising a fist at a few of the more vocal bashers.
POWERS: “Standing at six feet, six inches tall and weighing in at two hundred forty-six pounds!”
As he finally gets to the ring, he climbs the nearest turnbuckle and stares down at his opponent.
POWERS: “This… is… SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”
An icy glare and the throat slash gesture his only actions as he drops to the mat.
VASSA: “Tonight Scott gets in the ring with a fresh body, not someone who had already been taken to their limits.”
JOHNSON: “What kind of man attacks someone when they’re down like that? Caleb is on the shelf because of Scott!”
VASSA: “It wasn’t fun to watch, but something has lit a fire under Scott Stevens.”
JOHNSON: “We’ll see what he does tonight against Viduus Morta, someone who hasn’t already had a match.”
VASSA: “Viduus is coming off a tough loss from Adrenaline fifty-eight after falling to Adrian Tanner Jr.”
JOHNSON: “Adrian is a tough opponent, we all know that. Viduus can really bounce back here tonight with a win over Stevens.”
VASSA: “It’s going to be interesting to see how this match plays out. Both men could get things going in the right direction with a win here tonight.”
JOHNSON: “Scott has the momentum, that’s for sure. He defeated Eddie Valentine in his last match. He took out Caleb following that at Winter Wasteland. Even before at Fright Night, Stevens knocked Jason P. Davidson off the top of the Warzone and he hasn’t been right ever since.”
VASSA: “Stevens has had some tough losses along the way as well, but he’s done damage outside of his own matches.”
JOHNSON: “Viduus can bring it all to an end tonight with a win, smothering any momentum Stevens’ has gained over the recent weeks.”
Standing in the center of the ring, the official looks to Viduus and quickly gets the nod. He then turns to Steven who stares back in return. After a few short moments of nothing, Stevens turns his attention to Viduus, motioning his hand across his throat with another slice gesture. With what appears to be the go ahead from Stevens, the official then quickly calls for the bell.
DING!!! DING!!!
As the bell echoes throughout the arena, both men leave their corners and make their way towards the center of the ring. Towering over Viduus, Stevens obviously has the size advantage. Lunging forward, Stevens reaches for Viduus with both hands, missing as Viduus side steps him. Whipping around, Stevens then throws an elbow in Viduus’ direction, missing yet again as Viduus ducks underneath it as it passes over his head. Diving forward, Viduus drives his head into Stevens’ mid-section, knocking him back a few steps. Popping back up, Viduus then leaps towards Stevens, hitting the big man with a clothesline across the chest.
Falling a step back, Stevens remains on his feet as Viduus bounces off. Before viduus can react, Stevens then lunges forward and levels him with a clothesline of his own. Pulling Viduus up from the canvas, Stevens quickly spins him around and wraps him up with a half nelson. Cranking down on the pressure, Stevens then lifts Viduus off his feet and begins shaking him violently in the air before dropping back and slamming him with a suplex.
Folding over, Viduus flops over to his stomach, lying there in a world of pain as Stevens slowly climbs back to his feet. Moving around to Viduus’ lower half, Stevens grabs onto both of his legs and lifts them into the air before dragging Viddus across the mat as he rotates his body. Gaining momentum, Stevens lifts Viduus’ entire body off the mat and as he makes a full second rotation, he launches Viduus into the air. Flying towards the corner, Viduus’ back crashes against it before he drops down on top of his head.
JOHNSON: “There’s no denying it, Scott Stevens is a freak of nature.”
VASSA: “You can tell he’s spent a lot of his time in the weight room over the years. He just threw Viduus across the ring like a lawn dart.”
JOHNSON: “Let’s just hope he doesn’t lose his temper and bring a chair into the equation.”
Making his way over to the corner, Stevens then pulls Viduus up from the mat and stands him up. Slamming both hands across Viduus’ chest, Stevens pushes him against the corner with force. He then drops down and grabs onto the middle ropes before pulling himself forward and driving his shoulder into Viduus’ stomach. Lifting Viduus into the air, Stevens then sits him down on top of the corner.
Climbing up to the middle ropes, Stevens grabs onto his head with one hand and begins pounding away at it with the other. After nearly a dozen fists to the dome, Stevens draws back for one final blow. Out of desperation, Viduus bursts upward, wrapping both arms around Stevens’, leaping away from the corner. The two then fly through the air, Viduus holding on for dear life, until they crash to the mat, Stevens on bottom breaking the fall and taking the majority of the impact.
Mounting himself on top of Stevens, Viduus then unloads with lefts and rights, raining down on his head with pulverizing punches. Knocking Stevens into a daze, Viduus then rolls him over to his stomach before spinning around on top of him and grabbing ahold of his legs. Wrapping an arm around each, Viduus then pulls back while resting his weight on Stevens’ back, locking in a Boston crab.
VASSA: “I didn’t see that coming!”
JOHNSON: “Scott is in a terrible spot! Viduus has that Boston crab locked in and the ropes are well out of reach.”
VASSA: “Stevens’ body has taken a beaten over the years. I’ll be surprised if Viduus doesn’t snap him in half with this.”
The official races over to the front of Stevens’, checking in with him for a submission as Viduus folds him in half. Zooming in, the camera locks on Stevens’ face as he yells in agony. Using his strength, Stevens then begins dragging himself and Viduus across the ring. Inch by inch, he fights through the pain as the ropes get closer and closer as the seconds pass by.
With the ropes only a foot out of reach, Stevens pulls himself just a bit closer before extending his arm as far as he can reach, now coming only inches short of grabbing onto the bottom rope. Realizing their position, Viduus then eases up for a moment, giving himself the opportunity to rises up a bit before dragging Stevens away from the ropes just as his finger tip grazes the bottom.
JOHNSON: “He was right there! Just one more inch and the ropes would have been within reach.”
VASSA: “Freedom was only a fingertip away but Viduus ripped it away from him in the blink of an eye.”
With the ropes now a few feet out of reach, Viduus pulls back on Stevens’ legs once more, trying to snap him in half again. Moaning and grunting, Stevens slowly begins growing tired, but refuses to submit as the official keeps a close eye on him. Reaching for the ropes again, Stevens screams as he realizes they are well out of reach. He then slams both hands down to the mat and pushes his upper body up, lifting Viduus as well who is sitting on his back.
Hopping up inches above the mat, Viduus’ weight then drops down onto Stevens’ back, knocking his chest down to the canvas. Pulling back on his legs and leaning all of his weight backwards, Viduus pulls and pulls. Looking up to the ropes again, Stevens’ extends his arm and stretches as far as he can. Straining, his face turns a bright shade of red as the frustration begins to show in his eyes. With the ropes still out of reach, Stevens’ has nowhere to go.
He then pushes himself up again, lifting Viduus up as he cranks down on the pressure. Jumping up again, Viduus then drops his weight across Stevens’ back, slamming his chest back down to the mat. A loud howling moan then fills the air as Stevens slowly begins pushing himself up for a third time. Extending for the ropes, he finally realizes they’re too far out of reach. He then kicks both of his legs, using all of his lower strength to straighten them out and as he does, he launches Viduus off of him and into the air.
VASSA: “Holy shit, he broke free!”
JOHNSON: “How is that possible! Viduus had him right where he needed him.”
VASSA: “I don’t know but someone may need to check to see if he’s juicing.”
JOHNSON: “Oh come on Vinny, you can’t be serious!”
VASSA: “What else could it be? Viduus had him in that Boston crab for nearly five minutes!”
Rolling across the mat, Viduus rises to his feet just in front of the ropes across the ring. Looking over his shoulder, he locks his sights on Stevens before slowly turning around to fully face him. Crawling to the ropes, Stevens grabs onto them, using them to pull himself up, struggling as he does so. Once standing, he leans against the ropes, holding himself up before reaching back and rubbing his lower back.
Seeing an opportunity, Viduus then charges towards him full speed and as Stevens turns to face him, Viduus lunges forward with his shoulder lowered. Barely able to move out of the way in time, Stevens locks his leg with Viduus’ before falling down to the mat, dropping Viduus’ throat across the ropes with a drop toe hold.
JOHNSON: “WHOA!!!”
VASSA: “That was a close one for Stevens!”
JOHNSON: “Even worse for Viduus!”
Bouncing off the ropes, Viduus lifts off into the air before crashing down to his back in the center of the ring. Holding his throat with both hands, he gasps for air. Pulling himself back up with the ropes, Stevens looks to Viduus before limping over to him. As he closes in, Viduus catches him off guard as he spins on the mat, taking Stevens down with a leg sweep.
The entire ring rattles as the big man crashes against the canvas. The impact alone sends pain running up and down his spine. With Stevens down, Viduus pushes himself up from the mat and goes in for the kill. Pulling Scott up to his feet, Viduus turns him to face the opposite direction before pulling his head back and locking his arm around it.
VASSA: “This doesn’t look too good for Scott.”
JOHNSON: “Is this is what I think it is then Scott is in big trouble. Viduus is going for the Awakening!”
Viduus then lifts Stevens upside down into the air with a reverse vertical suplex but as he does, Stevens maneuvers himself out of the hold and drops down to his feet behind Viduus. Spinning Viduus around, Stevens then grabs onto his head and drops him down face first to the canvas with a three-quarter facelock bulldog.
JOHNSON: “Toxic Sting!”
VASSA: “Holy shit, Stevens’ reversed it!”
After laying Viduus out, Stevens slowly makes the cover before hooking the leg. Rushing over and sliding in beside them, the official then slaps his hand across the mat for the count.
ONE
.
.
TWO
.
.
THREE!!!
VASSA: “Stevens wins it!”
JOHNSON: “Right when you think Viduus was about to end it, Scott shocks us all and lays him out with the Toxic Sting.”
VASSA: “Just like a lethal scorpion, he waited for the opportune moment to strike and when he did, he put his prey away!”
“Hellraiser” hits the speakers as the official helps Stevens slowly climb to his feet. Grabbing onto his arm, he then raises it for the victory as the final bell echoes throughout the entire arena.
DING!!! DING!!! DING!!!
POWERS: “Here is your winner, by pinfall, SCOTT SSTTEEVVEENNSS!!!”